“Sobrat,” Gennady sighs again, “chill. You think Hillbilly Bob over there runs a secret mafia you don’t know about? Everything will be fine. I wasn’t followed.”
“If the person tracking you was good at their job, you’d never know if you were followed,” I fire back. “We aren’t in a position to take chances. Not anymore.”
Gennady winks at the young waitress, who nearly swoons on her way back to the kitchen. “That’s right. You’re a papa now. A new chapter for Dima Romanoff.”
“Christ, don’t call me that. I didn’t exactly have a choice.”
“Well, strictly speaking, you did have a choice, but I get it. Based on what you told me, I would have made the same one. The she-devil vet…”
Gennady’s gaze goes hazy as he no doubt recalls all of the details I shared with him months ago. Back when Arya was
